Wednesday, May 7, 2008

nostalgia

dust, pine cones
steep hills loose with sand
ducks, squirrels scolding
and then there is the pond—
glorious in her coat of ice-melt and
rush of water over her
mud-banked dam

why under all this
spring bustle
is there
a hint of sadness?

and thoughts of
apple crisp, made with lemons, cinnamon
oats and brown sugar, apples
peeled from trees in the backyard
worm eaten
yet perfect

Rachel Westfall
May 7, 2008

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